While thou flogged me,
I beseech'd ye:
'Pity pity and forgive,
Pardon me and let me peacefully live'.
But now I curse thou,
For heavens will know bounds
As I today take a vow,
That I will not be tormented by iniquitous bloodhounds.
My patience
Has costed me my life's essence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Chandini. That is the reaction of conscious. But what is happenning underneath could also be understood. You may like to read my ars poetica named as (Poetic Sense-1) Thanks
Thank you Sir! Regards